My eyes quickly scan the German Shepherds body, and I can tell by his clean, well groomed coat, and trimmed nails that he has a home, a comfy home, while I lived out on the streets since the day I was born. I felt a pang, and I wondered why I was jealous. There were many dogs who had worse luck then I, but I did have pretty bad luck. I looked at myself, and saw my ribs were very seeable, my legs like twigs, and I knew I was in bad shape, and my stomach growled. <br /> <br /> The German Shepherd spoke to me, and I listened, my eyes half closed, as I struggled not to run to the trash that he had seemed to already claimed as he owned. I didn't want to start a fight. But why was a dog with a house eating trash? It was clear he was well fed.<br /><br /> I scanned my eyes over the GSD again as I thought up a response. He was clearly older then me, and larger then me. Then I considered my response. I wouldn't consider myself new here, I mean I had been here since I was born. But then again I was only around nine months old, so I wasn't completely used to how to live. I still was getting used to it. "Well I guess you could say that..." My response was completely lame, but I didn't know what else to say.

Endeavour sat atop a crate and watched the narrow alley between two buildings below him. He stood out sharply against the sky, his red coat creating an outline against the blue. Random black and white splotches covered his fur, helping break up his silhouette a little. He was a creature of habit, and he would sit here every day and wait for the restaurant to take out his trash. When it did, he would eat and be done with this area. <br /><br />The Aussie’s blue eyes watched as he saw the familiar people come out, dump their trash and head back in. As soon as the door closed, he jumped down from the stacked crates and dragged a bag out. This was a hamburger and pizza joint, so he was quickly able to dig out some burnt patties and fries, a few crusts, anything that was available. He didn’t need the food, he just enjoyed it. After all, he had a loving home and a perfect master to return to. It simply was that he enjoyed hamburger and fries and maybe the occasional pizza. <br /><br />As he ate, his ears twitched. They had picked up on a sound, the sound of paws on the ground and the click click click of untrimmed nails against concrete. He looked up just in time to see a German Shepherd come to the opening of the alley. She was roughed up looking, and he had quickly come to the conclusion that she had no warm hearth or a master to return to as he did. <br /><br />Endeavour looked over the German Shepherd once. She was younger than he was, and a little smaller by a few inches as well. Ah, she must be new around here. “Oi, you’re a newcomer, I take it?” He called out to her, welcoming. <br />